Chapter 53: In the End, Lacking the Courage

Shen Cenzhi said nothing, merely giving a gentle nod and a soft hum of acknowledgment. He remembered she had mentioned before that she had a boyfriend.

So, she was probably just afraid of being seen and causing any misunderstandings!

Suddenly struck by a thought, his gaze turned abruptly cold, as though covered by a thick layer of frost.

Wei Yang bit her lower lip, braced herself against the desk, and sat down gingerly, just as...

Lin Xiao smiled faintly. In the past, Jiang Nan, though formidable, was simply no match for Shen Chong, capable of holding out for at most a dozen minutes.

A sudden plume of thick smoke rose in the alley, accompanied by muffled groans of injury, plunging the scene into instant chaos. The nearby officer grabbed Wu Tianqi and fled toward the courtyard. Moments later, the courtyard gates collapsed with a crash, reduced to a heap of ruins.

Qin Haoran glanced at him, shook his head as he walked away, and muttered something derogatory under his breath. Wang Ning knew it certainly wasn't anything pleasant, so he chose to ignore it outright.

"Pfft." Zhen Ling and Fang Ziyun couldn't help laughing out loud, quickly covering their mouths to stifle their giggles, their faces flushed and as tender as blooming flowers.

"Heh, Gongtai, how have you been living around these parts over the years?" Zhao Feng asked with a smile.

With a ferocious expression, Jiang Nan's tightly clenched hands seemed to span across space itself as they appeared directly before the Soul-Reaping Black Mamba.

Since Huang Jiaojiao's head was already gone, and Ye Xiaofeng had never intended to let the Nine Daoists off, this whole mess with Huang Jiaojiao was just added to the tally.

That giant yaksha, having missed with its initial strike, seemed somewhat puzzled. It scratched its head, glanced at the other giant yakshas hovering in mid-air, let out a couple of howls, and then once again lunged fiercely toward Qin Zheng.

As the hand was just about to touch him, it instantly vanished from the spot, causing the person in the front to lunge at empty air.

The next day, numerous soldiers searched the entire city. Knowing that the stone lion weighed thousands of catties, it was utterly impossible for it to have been moved far. Although it was not a matter of vital importance, it was a question of the Han Empire's prestige.

Based on my few encounters with Xu Guodong, he is calm, meticulous, and carries a sense of superiority, as if he has everything entirely under his control. It bears a striking resemblance to the traces left behind by Eason in his crimes.

Tossing aside the blanket and stretching her limbs, Chu Yue put on her coat, pulled open the tent flap, and waved her hand to dissolve the barrier. Squinting slightly, she saw Zhai Feibai sitting by the edge of a burnt-out campfire, with a gigantic black toad squatting opposite him. The man and the beast sat in silence, seemingly engaged in a voiceless communication.

Some favored a "wind bath," others an "ice bath," but he was taking an "earth bath," it seemed. It was certainly a novel form of exercise, and perhaps some people might even come to like it.

Min Fei bravely expressed his doubts regarding the school's attitude and voiced his own thoughts. This courage did not incur the displeasure of Teacher Yun.

If she had come to call him to account, she undoubtedly would have put on an arrogant and domineering air. Acting as she was now, she must have come to offer an apology after being reprimanded by the Empress.

By seven-thirty the next morning, Jian Ju was already fully prepared. Remembering his mention of the word "punctuality" yesterday, she had secretly resolved a competitive spirit—she would be the one waiting for Qi Fan, and absolutely never let him wait for her.

Therefore, Ling Qianjue had never regarded Zhong Yanqing as a rival; it was simply the latter who could not let go of it himself.

Leng Han rubbed his palms together with a sneaky grin, watching Gu Qianqian's salivating expression, which thoroughly disgusted her.

Gu Qianqian looked curiously at the man beside her, then cast a sympathetic glance at Xuan Lin, who was busy tinkering with his phone.

Jing Shuixin pondered as she watched. It seemed they really were looking for Qian Xining. However, their appearance in the theater club's classroom made the situation all the more bizarre.

"Now, you can tell me about your situation. I want to know everything, down to the smallest detail, so I can figure out a way. I suppose you still have no idea who is plotting against you behind your back, do you?" Sima Youyue asked.

However, sales began to decline shortly after, and when tallied up over the weekend, it turned out that only forty thousand copies had been sold.